Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Derrick May to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.